In Honor of My Dad...

I had really cool parents growing up. They liked to drink and listen to music, seems like
someone was always over at the house on the weekend and my friends got along really
good with my parents.

My dad really enjoyed listening to music. Yeah, you guessed it, the oldies. When I was
young and then once I was a teenager, I hated it. Couldn't stand the music dad would play
and sometimes sing along with.

When I was 17 and got my drivers license, I got to take the car out for the first time by myself.
Cruising down the road, radio on and a song comes on, it was CCR - Sweet Hitchiker. I almost
turned the channe but didn't, I listened and it hit me, I enjoyed the song.

Today as I type this, my dad isn't doing so well. Major medical issues and he won't be with us for
too many more days. I'm making arrangements to get off of work and go visit one more time. I was
able to visit him last weekend and we're on good terms. He lives 5 hours away from me, so it's difficult
to be there all the time.

So that being said, I'd like to share some of the music that tortured me as a child, but I've since
come to love and appreciate.

here's a goody.... my youngest brother loved when dad would play this song.
We actually hid a tape recorder in the bathroom once, little bro was taking a bath
and singing this song... it was hiliarious....

My dad introduced me to a lot of music, I'm sure I'll forget to share a lot of it with you
guys, but here's one that sticks out in my mind. The day I heard my dad playing it,
he was excited to tell me the story of about how the artist changed his name.

That's right, ? and the mysterians front man, acutally changed his name to ?

Really sorry to hear about your father, he sure does have a great taste in music. My mom got me into all the music she listened to in college
(classic rock, blues, southern rock, country) and i love her for it. Stay Strong

My heart goes out to you brother! Reading your post sounded SO much of what I just went through - so I had a bit of connection there as I read. My pop
recently passed away and I took a week off to spend his last days with him.

Both my parents moved from Los Angeles, CA to Idaho after they retired --- *who the hell moves to IDAHO to retire!!! My crazy a** parents,
that's who! So, I drove up to see my pops for his final week in this world, and I was able to take my acoustic guitar and saranade him with the very
songs he ADORED throuout his (my) years.

The cool thing (for me) about that experience was, little he did know how much his eclectic range of music appreciation helped to shape me as a
musician. As I grew into an adult, my pops would ask me to get him some music, so I'd always order him "some Credence" or a Time/Life box set of
Doo-Wop music...

This thread hits close to my heart brother, and it's so cool for me to hear that we (as people) can have that type of relationship and connection
with someone via music. Not only can music be a time machine, but it's also proof that music (sound frequencies) is more powerful than we can
imagine!

Now these next few songs are really special. My mom and dad both really loved them.
Once when I was 17, I came home from a date ( not a good one) with my g/f, mom knew we
were getting pretty serious... she also knew that we'd been arguing that night.... she made
me sit down and listen to this

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